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Gypsy music sets me on fire, sets me yearning,
My heart beats like mad and my feet start burning.
When violins play wildly, I feel romantic
And I dance and twirl because their rhythm makes me frantic,
And I dance and twirl because their rhythm makes me frantic.
One day a handsome violinist got me on high,
Promised me he'd get me the moon from the sky.
He said, "You know I'm just the person you need
And the breviary of love I'll gladly teach you to read,
And the breviary of love I'll gladly teach you to read".
Since that night a lot of water's flown beneath the bridges,
Washed away old memories and left its marks and ridges.
I know how to cast my net now, catch a good breed
And love's breviary I know how to read.
Gypsy music thrills me still and sets me yearning,
My heart beats like mad and my feet start burning.
If that violinist were to come back to me,
Once again the breviary of love together we'd read,
Once again the breviary of love together we'd read.
Since that night a lot of water's flown beneath the bridges,
Washed away old memories and left its marks and ridges.
I know how to cast my net now, catch a good breed
And love's breviary I know how to read.
Gypsy music thrills me still and sets me yearning,
My heart beats like mad and my feet start burning.
If that violinist were to come back to me,
Once again the breviary of love together we'd read.
If that violinist were to come back to me,
Once again the breviary of love together we'd read.
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Lyrics: Joy Turner
Music: Jiří Zmožek
Arrangement: Vítězslav Hádl
Karel Vágner's Orchestra.